Short Stories

Harmful Ignorance – A poem

Fantasy

He gazed upon a sight so great,

this Citadel made to fascinate,

if he lingers longer he’ll be late,

and that would never do.

 

He wore the robes so thick, so warm,

they were his apprentice’s uniform,

And kept out the cold and winter storm,

that he had struggled through.

 

His quest was nearly at an end,

to reach the city and find his friend,

to finish his training and then defend

his home from what he knew.

 

In his ignorance he’d released

A dark creature, an evil beast,

upon the living, it will feast.

It was all his fault, it’s true.

 

He must become a mighty Mage,

a Sorcerer skilled with wisdom sage,

and face this creatures dreadful rage.

to defeat and then undo,

the harm that only ignorance can do.

 

This was written for the What do you See? challenge:

What do you See? Feb/26/2019

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/26/rdp-tuesday-fault/

FOWC with Fandango — Uniform

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/26/your-daily-word-prompt-fascinate-february-26-2019/

 

 

 

 

 

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Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – So Hungry are the Damned – A Dark Poem

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This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-damned/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-personal-scars-a-story-in-less-than-100-words/

 

So Hungry Are the Damned

 

He lured her to his lair

in that dark, secluded glade,

without fear, without a care

she danced to the tune he played.

 

He admired her tender form

so lovely, so full of grace.

Her body, soft and warm, 

then he slowly turned her face.

 

he bit into her neck,

to harvest her blood, so hot.

The red stains now bedeck

where diamonds soon forgot. 

 

Now she’ll join him as his queen,

in his realm, that darkest land, 

Envy not, those fiends, unclean,

so hungry are the damned

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/glade/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/your-daily-word-prompt-harvest-october-1-2018/

 

 

 

 

Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, This is the final chapter.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

Everything Stops for Tea

She had only taken one sip of the tea when the doorbell rang yet again. It was an impudent ring and it didn’t surprise her at all when Alice opened the door and her great-nephew bounded in.

“Afternoon Auntie, I got your note” Charles beamed at her then looked around at the gathered assembly. “What’s this all about Aunt Audrey? Did you want to make up a four for Bridge? That’s not really my game, more of a Cribbage man myself.”

“Just be quiet Charles and sit over there” Audrey pointed at a vacant chair next to Lord Halifax.

Audrey stood up and cleared her throat.

I have asked you all here to discuss the unfortunate deaths of Elsie Taplow and Claudia Halifax.

Audrey couldn’t complain she hadn’t received due attention. Several pairs of eyes were locked on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do this?” Sir Alfred was clearly taken off guard “We were supposed to be working together.”

Standing at her full height, Audrey’s blue eyes flashed, she had never looked more alive.

“I couldn’t trust you fully. You could have very well been the killer. You came to call on me very early on that morning when poor Elsie’s body was found. You could have just come from killing her. I’ve seen it before, an old policeman, feeling obsolete and no longer useful. They go off the rails a bit. They want to make themselves important again, make themselves relevant. So why not create a murder to make them more relevant?”

Sir Alfred looked quite pale as he sat there looking up at Audrey.

Continue reading Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

I was posting instalments of the Fantasy story I wrote 17 years ago every Sunday and Wednesday afternoons. The most observant amongst you may have realised that I haven’t posted an instalment in some time. In fact, the last one was posted last Friday, the 17th of August.

Well here is the next part. I hope you are enjoying it.

If you want to read it from its genesis, here is the link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Part Twenty-Three

Piotr Drake had not been enjoying himself. No, not at all. He was not in the best of moods. He had been travelling on the road for several days, since leaving the City of Savarias, on horse back and dressed up like a Mage. This had presented a couple of problems for Piotr. Firstly, that despite being a coachman he was not at all a good horse rider. He was fine with horses when he was sitting up high and they were harnessed to the coach and he had the reins and his whip. He found sitting on them quite unbearable. Truth be known he was not at all fond of horses. Riding them, he felt that the horse was more in control of the situation than he was. It took all his strength and stamina to keep the horse from straying from the road to have a munch of some tempting thicket. The way Piotr gripped his reins you would have thought he was riding a fierce stallion. Actually the horse was a particularly docile example and had been christened by its original owner, ‘Plodder’.

Continue reading Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

This is a part of a longer story that I have been writing over the last few weeks. 

See here for the last part of the story, which also contains links to all the others, if you want to read more:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/the-wind-sheds-no-tears-part-four/

Part Five

The next day Pablo woke early. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, its light slowly ebbing into the dark night sky, hiding all its stars and turning it blue and getting brighter and brighter towards the east.

He put a small pack together, a change of clothes and a few simple belongings, he didn’t own much. He also put on the silver St Christopher charm necklace that his mother had given him. He didn’t usually wear it as the memories of his mother filled him with that longing for her touch that would never come. It was a charm to protect travellers and he was going with his Uncle Carlos to the City of Valencia. Likely, he would need its protection now.

Continue reading The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

321 Quote me – The Truth Is…

JP the Wide eyed Wanderer has tagged me for this challenge. See the Post here:

https://wideeyedwanderingspoonie.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/3-2-1-quote-me-challenge-truth/

Rules: 3.2.1 Quote Me!

  • Thank the Selector
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
    Please Note: Rory will be reblogging your responses unless you tell him NOT do so.

 

I have actually, done one of these already today but I don’t want to disappoint JP who is a very supportive blogger. Also, there are a lot of great quotes about the Truth out there.

“The Truth is out there, but there’s no point in looking for it anywhere near any politician.” – Kristian Fogarty 

Maya Angelou

“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.” 
― Maya Angelou

 

I won’t be tagging anyone this time, but if you are reading this and want to have a go, please be my guest.

 

FOWC with Fandango — Post

 

Finish the Story – The Travellers.

Sadje at Keep it Alive has tagged me in this Finish the Story Challenge, see the post here:

Finish The Story #9-2019

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith came up with the idea, it is a kind of pass the parcel for stories.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/finish-the-story-2019-9/

The rules:

 

1. Copy the story as you receive it.

2. Add to the story in some fashion.

3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.

4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.

5. Have Fun!

The Travelers

Alexander and Alistair waited in line to check on their flight. It didn’t matter how long the line was, or how tired they were of waiting in it, they were happy to be getting away for a week. Life had not been difficult, but it was still nice to finally get away–alone.

Alexander couldn’t wait to show Alistair around Pompeii and Alistair couldn’t wait to show Alexander around his old home. They enjoyed people watching in the airport and passed time telling stories of the old days.

Finally, it was their turn to check in. Alexander sat his luggage in the bin and watched as a scrawny kid retrieved it and threw it on a conveyor belt. He cringed and crossed his fingers that his cologne didn’t break.

It wasn’t until they were standing by the large window at their gate watching their luggage be thrown around like last week’s trash that they noticed it. Something was not right.

“Hey, Alistair,” Alexander said, pointing out to the luggage cart. “Do you see that?”

Alistair followed Alexander’s finger and squinted. “Yeah. What is that?”

“I can’t be sure, but it looks like …

Part two – Paula of Light Motifs II

The luggage on one of the other carts was all black with a lightning bolt logo. And sure enough, a black stretch limo with the same logo pulled up directly to the plane and out tumbled the crazy rockers the Zappers and their entourage.

“Oh no,” Alistair moaned. “Those lunatics will be on our flight!”

Alexander sighed. “Horrible. They always get up to some ridiculous shenanigans, but surely they’ll behave themselves in the air?”

“It’s too late to change our tickets?”

“Well, yes. Our luggage is being flung into the bowels of this tin can as we speak.”

The men stared glumly out the window, their previous good mood soured. When they were called to board, they stood in line without speaking, having mutually decided to stoically bear the flight and have fun after landing, when the nutty rockers had gone.

Women chatted behind them in line. “Oh my God! Did you hear that the Zappers are on our flight? I’m totally gonna sneak into first class to see them!”

“I have such a crush on Nikki Zapper! I bet he does something wild and we have to make an emergency landing!”

Alistair and Alexander looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

But all went smoothly during takeoff, and then as one of the flight attendants was giving the safety presentation, a blond man dressed in black leather popped out of the first class section, grabbed her, and kissed her.

Part Three Li at Tao-Talk

Several people in coach lifted up their cell phones to record Nikki as he laid one on Myra, the flight attendant, ooh-ing and aah-ing as they did. Myra was torn, as she was supposed to rebuff any advances by the passengers, no matter how famous; but on the other hand, she had been a global fan of Nikki and the Zappers for years, using her bene of free flights to see them dozens of times. She even had a likeness of Nikki tattooed in her cleavage. Throwing caution to the wind, she kissed Nikki back and soon they, locked in an embrace, were stumbling towards the bathroom – where they would be the newest members of the Mile High Club.

As they often synched with each other over the years, Alistair and Alexander looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

“Well, I never!” huffed Alistair.

“Indeed!,” puffed Alexander.

“Let the shenanigans begin. Where are those sleepers you packed? Time to take a snooze until the show is over,” said Alistair.

Alexander reached for his carry-on, which was stuffed under his seat, and retrieved enough for both of them. They asked another attendant for a handful of the little booze bottles to wash them down with. Soon they were fast asleep, snoring to beat kingdom come.

Neither one knew how long they had slept, but both were awakened by the throbbing bassline of the latest Nikki and the Zappers tune, “Don’t Harsh My Buzz.” They were shocked to see….

Part Four Teleporting Weena;

…that the lights in the plane’s cabin had been turned off. Being that it was night time, they couldn’t see a thing in the dark. The bass guitar was still pounding out the beat so loud it shook their insides.

Suddenly an explosion of neon-like lights began flickering all around the plane’s interior, as the Zappers launched into their current number one song.  Passengers were crowding into the narrow aisle, and even just standing at their seats, dancing and singing along to the music.

The captain came on the loudspeakers: “Welcome to the party of the year…we present the Zappers for your inflight entertainment. Free drinks for everyone!

A big cheer rocked this unusual concert venue.

“Can you believe this?” Alistair asked as he busted a move right there in his seat.

Alexander looked at Alistair. They were grinning from ear to ear but didn’t roll their eyes at this exciting turn of events.

Cocktails and cups of beer were passed around, as the party continued through the night, 32,000 feet above the ground, but a sudden lurch of the plane made everyone gasp. The plane yawed to the left, then to the right. People screamed and tumbled into each other.

This is your captain…please everyone…sit down and fasten your seat belts…

***

Part Five – Sadje of Keep it Alive

……..we have a pick of air turbulence. It took repeated announcements from the caption to quieten down the passengers who were still hyped up from all the drinking and dancing. Eventually, everyone was seated, the belts fastened and a hush descended on the plane. Suddenly there was a jerk as the plane lost a lot of height very quickly. It was an air pocket that caused the loss in the plane altitude. There were quite a few screams and shrieks from many people.

The pilot came on air again.

I am sorry ladies and gentlemen we are in the middle of a storm right now. Please keep the seat belts on. I am afraid that we have lost power in one of our engines. I am trying to make an emergency landing………..

His announcement was cut abruptly and….

Part Six – My Addition

…the oxygen masks dropped from their concealed compartments above the passengers.

Alistair and Alexander helped each other putting them on and then they squeezed hands.

The atmosphere had gone from one of enjoyment to panic. A few people had begun to get hysterical. Myra the Stewardess was trying to comfort one particularly distressed woman who couldn’t stop crying.

Then there was a loud bang and a hiss as the cabin filled with smoke. Alistair could just see Alexanders face through the haze. His eyes were scrunched tightly together and his grip on his hand was threatening to cut the blood supply from his fingers, but they were together and that was some comfort.

It was the impact of the plane hitting the water that sent luggage pouring out of overhead compartments and a few chairs broke loose, tumbling bodies around like they were dummies.

Myra lay at an impossible angle. Her legs bent backwards and her head twisted.

A figure lay face down in a black leather jacket and the strings of a broken guitar wrapped around his neck.

After the terrific noise of the impact, everything seemed deathly quiet. Alexander’s eyes opened, tears streaming down his face but he fixed Alistair with a desperate blue stare.

They had survived the crash but so many hadn’t.

A panicked voice suddenly came from over the tannoy system.

“This is the Navigator speaking. If there are any other survivors, please come to the front of the plane and make yourselves known.”

Together Alistair and Alexander got up from their chair and slowly made their way down the plane.

They were surprised to see…..

***

OK, I am going to tag Rory, A Guy Called Bloke to have a go at adding some more of this story.

QQ – Ask Me a Question, Anything You Like!

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/rdp-tuesday-haze/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/enjoyment/

 

 

 

A post about mental wellbeing.

I’d like to draw your attention to this post that I have written. It was posted on the Best Life Collaborative site. Have a look and let me know what you think.

Does writing in your leisure time help to improve your mental health?

Does it bring you more than just enjoyment?

 

https://accessibleaba.com/bestlifecollaborative/writing-my-way-out-how-writing-has-helped-me-deal-with-my-mental-health-issues/

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FOWC with Fandango — Post

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/your-daily-word-prompt-leisure-march-26-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/enjoyment/

 

Twittering Tales – To appreciate the Cage, you need to be outside.

Photo by Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com

They appeared overnight. No one knew who’d hung the cages across the street. Someone with too much leisure time, no doubt.

The street artist turned from the gawping crowd, the look of enjoyment clear on her face.

The message was to appreciate your freedom before it’s too late.

[278 Character]

 

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, see the link below:

Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 2019

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/your-daily-word-prompt-leisure-march-26-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/enjoyment/

 

321 Quote Me – Ain’t it the Truth?

So that Grand Master of the blogosphere (If you don’t believe me, go check out his blog. Would I Lie to you?), A Guy Called Bloke, has tagged me in one of his 321 Quote Challenges, this one about Truth.

Click below to see his post:

321 Quote Me – Truth

Rules: 3.2.1 Quote Me!

  • Thank the Selector
  • Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.
  • Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’
    Please Note: Rory will be reblogging your responses unless you tell him NOT do so.

Thanks again Mr. Bloke. 🙂

 

George Orwell

  1. “In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
    ― George Orwell

Who’s real name was Eric Blair and not George Orwell, way to go at telling the truth, Eric! (Only kidding).

2. “Telling lies, that’s teachable, telling the truth is unimpeachable. People usually lie because they perceive the risk to be less than telling the truth.”

You can quote me on that. 🙂

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Who shall I nominate:

How about:

Cocky Young Meno – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 2019

https://saltedcaramel670.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/genre-challenge-paranormal-romance/

 

There is no pressure to take part if it isn’t something you want to do.

I wish you all the best, now it’s over to you.

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/teachable/

Beachwalking – A poem for Kreative Kue

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This poem was written in response to the Kreative Kue challenge by Keith Channing on his blog, Keith Kreates, see his post here:

https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/kreative-kue-212/

 

 

I walk along the beach at dawn

Wandering freely without much care

Of where I place each foot, forlorn

And heavy, wondering why I linger there.

 

I glance to see a foggy tendril

A whispering ghost of gossamer wing

I hear a voice, I stand and tremble,

It is my name the Angels Sing.

 

There, by the sea, a corpse is lying,

I rush to help, too late, and yet

I give a breath, then stop trying

My eyes fall upon a piece of Jet.

 

The blackest stone of mourning loss

I see its glimmer and watch it shine.

This gem reveals much with its gloss.

The Gem and body, both are mine.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/March/2019

 

I have also included the following prompts:

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/your-daily-word-prompt-gossamer-march-25-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Corpse

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/rdp-monday-jet/

 

What do you See? – Fear of the Unknown.

I sent in a poem for Helene Vaillant’s brilliant picture challenge on Willow Poetry:

What do you See? March 19/2019

What do you See? Roundup March 19/2019

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I climbed the ladder to peer beyond,
this grey walled world I long to leave.
The light calls to me, dare I respond?
what seems so bright, may yet deceive.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/March/2019

50 Word Thursdays – Skim Like a Swan

“You’d better hurry.”

Natasha Tarpley, The Harlem Charade

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. See like below:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/50-word-thursday-2019-12-sorry-im-late/

Now, you may be thinking that Thursday was a while ago, but it isn’t too late to have a go at this challenge, entries must be in by Wednesday before a new challenge goes out this Thursday.

Here is my story for the prompt:

 

He was proud of his student. At first, he was like the others, doubting their abilities and failing to push their limits.

It had taken a while to remove those doubts from the young man’s mind. Once he’d cleared his mind, only then did he become teachable.

He had to prove to the boy, that all things are possible. He could learn to run like the cheetah or fly like the eagle. It had taken many years, but he did not regret that huge donation of his time.

He watched his student take the lead in the Olympics Hurdles. He’d learned his lessons well. He could run the cheetah, soar over each hurdle like an eagle and even skim over the water like a Swan.

After the young man had passed the finishing line, he jogged over to his trainer. The old man had been a hard teacher so he was shocked to see tears in those eyes.

“Thank you for your lessons, Master.” He said, bowing respectfully.

His trainer did something he had never seen. He smiled as a tear fell from his left eye and said “You’d better Hurry or you’ll miss your award ceremony. Your first Gold.”

[200 Words]

 

I have also included the three things challenge prompts:

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/24/three-things-challenge-pl39/

Today’s prompt: limits, donation, eagle

and the Word of the Day: Teachable.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/teachable/

 

Teachable

The Word of the Day is Teachable.

Nothing is teachable unless your audience is willing to listen and learn.

If this word inspires you to write, please like your post to the original word of the day post.

Happy Monday 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Teachable.

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